The year is very old,
and here is a promise for our aged friends; yes, and for us all, as age
creeps over us.
Let us live long enough, and we shall all have hoar
hairs; therefore we may as well enjoy this promise by the foresight of
faith.
When we grow old our God will still be the I AM, abiding evermore
the same.
Hoar hairs tell of our decay, but He decayeth not.
When we
cannot carry a burden and can hardly carry ourselves, the LORD will
carry us.
Even as in our young days He carried us like lambs in His
bosom, so will He in our years of infirmity He made us, and He will care
for us.
When we become a burden to our friends and a burden to
ourselves, the LORD will not shake us off, but the rather He will take
us up and carry and deliver us more fully than ever.
In many cases the
LORD give His servants a long and calm evening.
They worked hard all day
and wore themselves out in their Master's service, and so He said to
them, Now rest in anticipation of that eternal Sabbath which I have
prepared for you.
Let us not dread old age.
Let us grow old graciously
since the LORD Himself is with us in fullness of grace.
~Charles Spurgeon~
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